Bearclaw Valley hunters

Cole finished off the vermin at his feet. It wasn't a hard battle. But when Tvar came into view, his propierty undone, he watched as the head was ripped from its body.
He a raised a brow, unfazed. Orders? He'd ask, wondering what the heads would be used for. He thought it would be a good idea to hang them upon the borders, a second thought as to crossing them, but he hadn't voiced it.
He waited, blood still dribbling from his mouth that he hadn't bothered to clean.